Lost Words and Unfinished Thoughts

The music spilled forth, crackling from old speakers, coating the room with the light of a fire that warmed the small hut. A table sat in the middle of the room with a figure beside it, organizing a collection of surgical tools on an old vanity table.

In the shadow of the valley
I would like to settle down
Wide open space

THUMP

Wind on my face
A distant horizon

"It's best if you quit struggling, sugar cube," the figure spoke as a pony atop the table began to writhe in her bonds.

Shadows danced along the walls as the figure turned to stare her captor in the eye.

"PLEESH LEH E OH," the bound mare begged, her eyes shimmering in the fire's orange glow.

"It's far too late for that now. I have to begin, or else he'll kill us both."

The figure gripped a scalpel as tears filled her eyes. Her captor shook like a leaf as she was wracked by her sobs. Then the scalpel made contact and a line was formed, dark crimson chasing the slow, methodical incision.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

In the shadow of the valley
That I love best

SLICE
by O.H.